The Way I Do It.

My Phospherent body of raisin skin
moans and swells like a process of Spirituality
with fingers clinging your mouth,
your scars, your lips, your teeth
and your heart of surrealistic reverie.
I become a thunderbolt,
in the opulent windows of dreams and smiles
wearing your white shirt, I swing.
I swing like an autumn leaf,
cascading down your throat,
that black spot on your chest
You thump and palpitate my arms.
Spring is born between our naked lips.
The temperature of cold walls crack
in the slices of Orion blue.
A stardust drinks the entire Constellation
Life trembles and illusions occur.
I breathe you somewhere between
the spaces of my index finger and my thumb now.
I wear your sins on my mercury tongue
levitating branches and seeds of satisfaction, darling.

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Oh my gooodness. I had no idea you thought of my poetry that way! Wow. Thankyou so much. What a wonderful compliment. But I think of your poetry that way too, because it is raw, and honest, and very descriptive and you always use words so cleverly. Thankyou for your great poetry x

Very well done, as usual, my friend! I believe my favorite lines have to be “The temperature of cold walls crack/ in the slices of Orion blue.” You’re a gifted poet, who I always look forward to reading!! ❤ Kelsey

“I become a thunderbolt,
in the opulent windows of dreams and smiles
wearing your white shirt, I swing.
I swing like an autumn leaf,
cascading down your throat,
that black spot on your chest
You thump and palpitate my arms.”

I love this! It flows exceptionally well and is so very well-written right up to the end.

This is like a rejuvenation of the whole universe. It’s a stupendous verse. It’s too good to be true , Devika. You are an amazing and prolific writer. Honestly , no one like you. This blew me. Can’t stop raving about this.

My goodness! What a beautiful use of metaphors and smilies. Truly spring is born in the opulent windows of dreams and smiles. Letting the stardust drink the constellation. And wear the sins on the mercury tongue. Beautiful 👌👌

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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times.
Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied.
My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others.
Curator of Olive Skins.